Wild Bunch. The Page #2

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We divide it up just like you say.

Chick, chick, chick, chick.

Silver rings.

Silver rings, your butt!|Them's washers! Damn!

Bastards!

Washers!

We shot our way out of that town|for a dollar's worth of steel holes!

They set it up!

They? Who in the hell is "they"?

"They?"

"They" is just plain and fancy "they."

That's who "they" is.

Caught you, didn't they?|Tied a tin can to your tail!

Led you in and waltzed you out again!

Oh, my, what a bunch!

Big tough ones!

Here you are with a handful of holes,|a thumb up your ass...

...and a big grin to pass|the time of day with.

"They! "

Who the hell is "they"?

Railroad men.

Bounty hunters.

Deke Thornton.

Deke Thornton?

He was one of them?

How come you didn't know that?

Hey, gringo.

You can have my silver.

Come on, don't kill me.

You can have the silver.

But don't kill me.

Please?

Go on...

...go for it.

Fall apart.

Walk softly, boys.

What's our next move?

I figure Agua Verde is the closest.

Three days, maybe.

We'll get the news and go to the border.

Maybe a payroll or a bank.

Maybe that damn railroad!

That damn railroad you're talking|about sure isn't getting no easier.

And you boys ain't getting any younger.

We must start thinking beyond our guns.

Those days are closing fast.

All your planning and talking|damn near got us shot...

...over a few lousy bags of washers.

This was going to be|me and Tector's last job!

We spent all our time and money|getting ready for this!

You spent time and money running whores|while I spent my stake setting it up!

I should have been running whores|instead of stealing army horses!

While you did the planning...

...me and Tector was getting|our bell rope pulled by two...

...two, mind you, Hondo whores!

And Pike was dreaming of washers!

He was.

You were matching whores...

...in tandem !

What's that?

One behind the other.

That's right! That's what we was doing!

Mr. Thornton?

You rode with Pike.

What kind of man are we up against?

The best.

He never got caught.

This was going to be my last.

Ain't getting around any better.

I'd like to make one good score|and back off.

Back off to what?

Have you got anything lined up?

Pershing's got troops spread out|all along the border.

Every one of those garrisons|will get a payroll.

That kind of information is kind of hard|to come by.

I didn't say it's going to be easy,|but it can be done.

He'll be waiting for us.

I wouldn't have it any other way.

Come on Pike, let's go.

You sound like you're all caught up.

Enough to know we've overstayed|our welcome.

What's wrong with you?

We've got plenty of money to spend,|and no worries.

They're not going to look for us|in their own backyard.

How can you be so damn sure?

Being sure is my business.

Being sure is my business.

Hold it!

Relax.

It's just some champagne we ordered.

Relax. It'sjust some champagne|we ordered.

Being sure is my business.

Did you get him?

No, he got away.

You sure must have hurt that railroad.

They spent a lot of money|setting up that ambush.

I caught up with them.

Two or three times.

There was a man named Harrigan.

He used to have a way of doing things.

I made him change his ways.

And a hell of a lot of people...

...just can't stand to be wrong.

Pride.

And they can't forget it.

That pride, being wrong, or learn by it.

How about us?

You reckon we learned...

...being wrong today?

I sure hope to God we did.

Them's hot.

Damn!

Where in helI did you find him?

He ran with Thornton and me.

Did his share of killing, and more.

Around Langtry.

Only now he does his killing|with a coffee cup.

I wouldn't have it any other way either.

Watch out, boys!

Take it easy!

Watch him, Tector!

That goddamned son of a b*tch!

Get the horses up!

What the hell is going--

Damned old punk! Bastard!

Get up now! Get up there, goddamn it!

Help!

Get over here! Help!

What's the matter with you, old man?

Leave him alone!

He'll get us all killed!|I'm going to get rid of him.

No you're not! We're sticking together,|like it used to be.

When you side with a man, you stay with|him. If you can't, you're an animal!

You're finished!

We're finished! All of us!

Mount up.

Appears Brother Pike needs help.

That Brother Pike and the old man Sykes...

...makes a man wonder if it ain't time...

...to pick up his chips|and find another game.

How can you side anybody|when you can't get on your horse?

That was a fine talk you gave the boys|about sticking together.

That Gorch came near killing me.

Or me him.

Damned old fool like me's|not worth taking along!

-We started together, we'll end together.|-That's how I see it.

That's the way it's always been with me.

Sorry about Deke.

I never figured him that way.

Back there in Starbuck...

...how did my boy do?

Your boy?

Crazy Lee?

Yes, C.L., Clarence Lee.

My daughter's boy.|Not too bright, but a good boy.

I kill 'em now? I kill 'em now?

No, you just hold them here.

Why didn't you say he was your grandson?

You had enough things on your mind.

Besides, he had to pull his own weight|like the rest of us.

I just wanted to make sure he didn't|let you down, run, when things got hot.

He did fine.

Just fine.

All clear!

From here on it's Mexico, Mr. Thornton.

What's the closest town of any size?

Agua Verde.

What's in Agua Verde?

Mexicans, what else?

A headquarters for regulars|fighting against Villa.

Mapache territory.

Don't we follow?

No, we go back and wait.

We're supposed--

Shut up!

Why won't you tell your folks|to feed them dogs?

Won't find very much around here.|That damn Huerta's scraped it clean.

I have invited you to my village.

Any disrespect to my family|or to my people...

...I will kill you.

Ashamed of having us meet your people?

Yes. They don't know about|my life when I leave the village.

You got a sister?

I'd be proud to make her acquaintance...

...and that of your mama too.

That goes for your grandma too, sonny.

How bad was it?

Seven of the villagers were killed.|Two of them hung.

Our horses, cattle and corn, stolen.

What about the federal troops?|Didn't they protect you?

They were federal troops...

...commissioned by the traitor, Huerta.

And the soldier who shot my father?

What was his name?

-What does it matter?|-Your father died like a man.

The names are not important.

How was he called?

Mapache.

That is name enough.

In Mexico...

...these are the years of sadness.

But if we had...

...rifles like these....

And Teresa? Did they molest her?

She went with them|because she wished to.

She became the woman of Mapache...

...and the others.|She went with them, laughing.

Drunk with wine and love.

To him, Teresa was a goddess,|to be worshipped from afar.

I tell you, she was a mango...

...ripe and waiting.

Angel dreams of love|and Mapache eats the mango.

That's a good trick.

Now that I find hard to believe.

Not so hard.

We all dream of being a child again.

Even the worst of us.

Perhaps the worst most of all.

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